Kushal Poddar
Kushal Poddar, author of 'Postmarked Quarantine' and 'How To Burn Memories Using a Pocket Torch' has nine books to his credit. He is a journalist, father of a four-year-old, illustrator, and an editor. His works have been translated into twelve languages and published across the globe.
About Kushal Poddar
Kushal Poddar, author of Postmarked Quarantine and How To Burn Memories Using a Pocket Torch has nine books to his credit. He is a journalist, father of a four-year-old, illustrator, and an editor. His works have been translated into twelve languages and published across the globe.
Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe
Books by Kushal Poddar
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Mirrorground Fair Narcissus — poem unrhymed
Kushal Poddar is a journalist, father, and the editor of 'Words Surfacing.’ His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe.
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Loneliness Gardens Loneliness — poem unrhymed
"...instead, I served loneliness in bed..."
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Pi Shapes An Irrational Number — poem unrhymed
"...your figure inks the smoke sign rising..."
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I Couldn't Catch the Meaning — poem unrhymed
"...It seems nice to know certain things..."
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Behind and Beyond a Travelogue — poem unrhymed
"...the journey takes something away from us..."
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The Tourism Bus Arrives — poem unrhymed
"...perhaps they seek that face who never returned home..."
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A Memory of Voice — poem unrhymed
"...I found him wordless..."
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Where You Put Your Junk — poem unrhymed
"...From the cliff of dreams I leap this night..."
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Republic — poem unrhymed
"...The beast owns the neon maze of the free streets..."
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Tears Strip Her — poem unrhymed
"...understand the need of love..."
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The Talk About the Gun — poem unrhymed
"...We remember certain lessons, proverbs heard from our mothers..."
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In the Cave — poem unrhymed
"...Day has sent a search party..."
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Crazy Things — poem unrhymed
"...police arrived again to take his flesh in custody..."
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Her Darning Needles — poem unrhymed
"...she wears my partial face..."
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Infinity — poem unrhymed
"...Our rails cross a parallel distance..."
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Mountains, Zero — poem unrhymed
"...call the emptiness that called us..."
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Ouroboros — poem unrhymed
"...I shall emerge through its other side..."
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Some Nights It Is The Hiss — poem unrhymed
"...His father returns as a fish..."